| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 462. With a Rose from Conway Castle |
| | | By Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr |
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| ON hoary Conway’s battlemented height, | |
| O poet-heart, I pluck for thee a rose! | |
| Through arch and court the sweet wind wandering goes; | |
| Round each high tower the rooks in airy flight | |
| Circle and wheel, all bathed in amber light; | 5 |
| Low at my feet the winding river flows; | |
| Valley and town, entranced in deep repose, | |
| War doth no more appall, nor foes affright. | |
| Thou knowest how softly on the castle walls, | |
| Where mosses creep, and ivies far and free | 10 |
| Fling forth their pennants to the freshening breeze, | |
| Like God’s own benison this sunshine falls. | |
| Therefore, O friend, across the sundering seas, | |
| Fair Conway sends this sweet wild rose to thee! | |
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